"Shaun! Get back in the truck now!"
"Whatever happened to your manners, missy? I thought I
was the rude twin," Shaun yelled back to me. He continued to poke
the girl in the breasts until her left breast fell off, "Oh,
gross! Well, let's go for the other one now!" He proceeded to
poke the girl's breasts. She must have been cute before she died.
She was blonde, average height, and looked to only be 110 pounds
at the most. The girl was still in her cheerleading uniform. From
the colors of the uniform she had probably gone to Bishop Gorman
High School. The blue and orange colors were faded and covered in
blood and dirt. Some bird had probably been feasting on her after
she had passed.
"Twin! And do you have no respect for the dead, Shaun?"
I turned away in discuss, I couldn't help it. No matter how many
of the Infected I killed, they still haunted my dreams. I killed
out of defense, not for entertainment. To anyone who ever met me,
I was this collected, calm, and uncaring slayer. I don't care who
insults me or why. I do not care about the 'Best Zombie Slayers'
list. I have no intention of making scenes of slaying to incline
my rank as third. I am third out of fifty people on that list.
That list of fifty is only out of millions of people in the world
anyways. It's only a popularity contest. That all, is true. Only
four people know me best, however.
Shaun being the most knowing of course. My identical brother.
Almost identical that is. His eyes are solid black. Iris, pupil,
and sclera are all jet black. Mine, on the other hand, are white.
There is not a single drop of color in my eyes. If you were
looking directly into my eyes, you couldn't even locate my iris
or pupil. Shaun looks exactly like me otherwise. Dark brown hair,
little on the big side, and tall would describe our physical
appearance perfectly. Shaun is more laid back than me though. He
takes things as they come, never over-analyzing anything. Though,
if you were to mess with me, he'd become this mass of over
protection. He always worried about my safety over anything in
the world. If I was tired, he would literally make me go to
sleep, no matter how much I needed or wanted to stay up. And if I
had been injured, he'd act like a body guard. No one got to me
until I got medical attention. He was great that way.
Another person who I could characterize in this group
of four, is Damon. He has known Shaun and I since we were adopted
by the Smiths. He lives right next door. Both of our fathers
worked for the government. Damon is like a giant teddy bear.
Always comforting you in any way possible and always there. But
don't get me wrong, Damon can kick major zombie ass. Can kick
human ass as well. He's got jet black and shaggy hair. He's very
tall, about six foot three. He also has the deepest color of
brown eyes I have ever seen.
Delilah is another in this group. Outgoing, always
happy, fun loving, and high spirited would only be a few phrases
to describe her. She isn't that tall, but isn't munchkin like
either. Long blonde, almost white, hair flows down to the bottom
of her back. She always has multi-colored highlights dyed in her
hair as well. She only changes it every other month, but I've
never seen the same group of colors in her hair before.
The final fourth in this small group is Cole, my
current boyfriend. He's more playful in our group. He and Delilah
get along perfectly. They also get along because of their intense
study of electronics. Their the techno whizzes of our pack. Cole
is a big party boy. If there is a party worth the time, he is
there. No matter what circumstances. I never understood why he
likes them so much and when I tried asking him he went into a
lengthy discussion of a party that was going on that night. He
tends to drag me along, even though he knows I only go to sit in
the corner. I don't like the idea of being in a place where loud
music is blasting through my eardrums. It can injure your hearing
and with my line of hobbies(zombie slaying), you need to be able
to hear sounds that are coming at you from a great distance away.
"Can we please leave, Shaun? I'm getting a bad feeling
about being here." I started to look in all directions. I knew
something was watching us. We were out in the desert, in a Level
2 hazard zone, in Henderson, NV. Where a recent outbreak of
Infected had been born. Not a place to bring your kid for a
picnic kind of area, if you know what I mean.
"Of course you have a bad feeling, Lor! You always do
when we are in any area above a Level 3 zone," Shaun yelled back.
It was true. Only Level 3 areas were mildly infested. Level 4
areas were residential areas with fencing around the perimeters.
"We can't leave yet, I'm sure this chick will walk any second
now." He continued to poke her in the breasts as he said this.
"That's what I'm afraid of," I whispered. I titled my
head back and closed my eyes, trying to focus. Almost as soon as
I had closed my eyes, Shaun was running to the truck. I turned
the ignition and slammed on the gas pedal. "How many, Shaun?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe sixty or seventy at the most."
He said as he got out his gun and katana.
"Meaning about one or two hundred," I grabbed my
revolver from under the seat and my long sword from my belt
holster. "I told you to stop screwing with her, Shaun."
"Well, no duh you told me so. You're always the voice
of reason, Lor. That's how we role!" He said as he pretended to
act gangster. He wasn't very good at it.
"Well at least you're a better slayer than you are an
actor. Otherwise we'd be dead by now." I snickered and continued
to pick up speed.
"No, otherwise we'd have died and been reborn again."
He lightly slapped the back of my head and laughed. I wasn't
laughing though. We had been driven into a trap. Thousands of
zombies surrounded us. They were closing in. Shaun and I looked
at each other and we both jumped out and started picking off
zombies one by one. "You want to call them or should I?"
"I'm in the middle of slicing you're ex playmate's head
at the moment, Shaun!" I sliced the girl's head off. I knocked
out three more in one swipe. "Call! Now!" I took eight more out
and made my way toward Shaun so he could make the call.
"I'm calling, I'm calling!" There was a long pause from
Shaun until someone had picked up the phone, "Hey? Damon? Cool,
look my sister and I have gotten ourselves into a bit of a
situation at the moment. You better bring Cole and Delilah as
well. What? Cole did what?" He looked over at me while I looked
him in the eyes, all the while taking another ten or eleven
zombies down. "Yeah, I'll tell her. No, don't hurt him….okay hurt
him, but don't kill him. Just get over here….no don't bring him
now that I know that." He turned away from me and told Damon
where we were, then hung up. He continued to fight.
"Shaun?" No answer, he took his katana and started
killing the zombies more vigorusly then ever now. Cole had done
something extremely horrible since Shaun was taking his anger out
on zombies now. He never did that. Zombie slaying was only
Shaun's hobby, never a way to relieve stress. "Shaun? What did
Cole do?" More silence. Just then Damon pulled up, knocking at
least a hundred zombies out of the way. We made our way to him
and got in the SUV. We pulled out and headed towards home.
We were in the car for ten minutes, nothing but
silence. "Are you guys going to tell me what Cole did or not?"
Anger started bubbling up inside me.
"No," was all that came out of Shaun's body. Damon just
sat there, eyes on the road.
"Damon? Did you bring my motorbike?" I asked, trying to
change the subject.
He looked at me, then the road, then slightly smiled
and said, "Yes, it's in the trunk. Before I forget," he dug into
his pockets and pulled out two tests. Nowadays, the only test
people could buy were these. No name brands, government issued.
You could order them online and they would be sent to your house
the next day. They looked like older pregnant tests except
instead of peeing on the stick, there was a needle you had to put
into your vein. It checked your blood and blood count. When you
became Infected, your blood count would decrease rapidly. As soon
as the process had began, it would only be an hour before you
were one of the Infected yourself.
Shaun took his and stuck it into his arm. His dinged
right away, letting him know he was clear. I hesitated. I had
given Shaun the last breath pill this morning. What the pill did
was immunize you from zombie breath. Meaning you could be around
a zombie and wouldn't become Infected unless you had open wounds.
I just stared at the test in my hands. Shaun had his IPod playing
and was watching an older movie on it. Damon looked over to me,
then at Shaun, then back to the road.
"Did you take a pill this morning?" I didn't answer,
one tear escaped my eye. I had been in contact with zombies for
over three hours today without the pill. "Loralie? Did you?" He
sounded more worried now. He stopped the car and got to my side.
Shaun still oblivious to everything. Damon pulled me out and took
the test from my hands. He pulled me into a hug. He always knew
how to comfort people in certain times. I wasn't big on skin
contact with anyone, but Shaun and Damon. Not even me and Josh
were ever this close. We were only the 'celebrity couple'
anyways. Two of the top five from the 'Best Zombie Slayers' list.
I was the only girl in the top ten. Everyone just thought it was
'meant to be.'
"Ouch!" I yelled as I could feel the needle going into
my vein. Damon had stuck it into me as I had been thinking. I
tried to pull away from the hug, but he was much stronger and
pulled me closer. His hugs were only used to help with pain.
Somehow, this felt different. It was as if he was trying to kiss
me though. I thought this since I had my head turned up to him
and his turned down to me. I thought he had been leaning closer.
I managed to pull away. I ran to the trunk of the SUV.
"Loralie? What are you doing?" Damon said while walking
over to me. I got on my bike and pushed away.
"Lor!" Shaun had just realized what was going on and
jumped out of the SUV. They screamed my name more, though I
didn't hear them. I was already putting much distance from them.
The test hadn't made it's melodious 'ding' noise. Meaning I was
Infected……or it had been a defective test. But it didn't matter,
I had no intentions of infecting my brother or best friend. So I
drove on. Into the desert which was now getting dark.